Even had I my wagon I could not turn the abrupt comers. So, what was I
to do? If I had not followed my usual method of sitting down to think it
out, I should in all probability be at the top of that slope yet, still
thinking.
As it was, though I did sit down I remained in a sitting posture no
great length of time, for immediately beneath me was an enormous
bumblebees’ nest, and a number of the most pugnacious resented at the
point of their swords my trespass on their territory, and with great
alacrity I coincided in their views.
Thus it was I was enabled to make the descent with no discomfort
whatever; for, having lighted my pipe, I blew a cloud of smoke into the
nest, so the inhabitants were only too glad to fly away and let me do my
worst, which consisted in extracting enough of their store of honey with
which to coat the soles of my boots enough times to keep them in such
condition they would adhere tightly to the soapstone until I had reached
the plain below, which I did, as I have said, very neatly.
At the bottom of this incline I had another view of the gorgeous palace;
but the path again led away from it, and I followed it with grim
determination, feeling, however, just a little doubtful about the
justice of further perplexities in my path. Yet, she it was who had
planned them, and I was finally but too glad to do her sweet bidding,
realizing it was but a question of time, as I feared no further
impediments. And I could but scold myself for taking the path I did, for
there was another leading directly toward my goal. Though I felt that in
all my travels I had never been beset in such a brief compass of time
with so many obstacles, and would gladly have seen the end of them, I
could not satisfy myself the other path was the proper one, and my
judgment again proved unerring.
And the next barrier interposed, which temporarily stopped my further
progress, came near causing me to give up the whole affair, and I should
probably have done so had not I imagined I heard a scornful laugh when
my discomfiture was most apparent on my countenance—I say, had it not
been for the stinging of that laugh, I might have lain down right there
and died from wounded pride.
And though that titulation was but an hallucination of my brain, it sent
my forces back into the ranks and I went at the obstacle in such a
business-like way it was soon a thing of the past.
The obstacle was a lake about two miles wide. Now, I could easily have
swam it, but it was well tenanted with a large variety of leech, as I
was made aware when I recklessly launched myself upon its surface, for
they attacked me in such numbers their weight would have drowned me then
and there had I reached a sufficient distance from the shore to have
been in water over my head. As it was I was so thoroughly tired out in
carrying myself thus burdened with them back to shore I sat down with
only enough power remaining to remove them and cast them on the ground.
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